Quotes Anne Frank Diary Novels & Stories

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

He waited for me with two glasses of wine. “You came,” he said with a warm smile. “Good. Sit with me.” I sat on the soft couch. He handed me a glass. “Tell me more about the diary,” he asked. “What else did Sarah write?” I took a small sip. “She wrote about the abuse. About feeling trapped. About the baby she wanted to save.” My voice shook a little. “I feel like I am becoming her.”

I say. "I'm not different. I'm lighter." "That's the same thing." --- We received a letter from Anne in January. Not an email — a handwritten letter, on paper that smells like her kitchen. She writes about her grandchildren, about the garden she's planning for spring, about the peace she's found since visiting us. I didn't come to forgive you, she writes. I came to remind myself that the people who hurt us are still people. Still capable of change. Still worthy of grace.

"Then sign the papers to be put in a home and stop burdening your grandson—or shut up and eat your soup." I almost choked. Damn. That's hot. She wasn't just defending me—she was drawing blood for me. She stood up to the one person I wouldn't, right in my face, no hesitation. She never let anything shake her. Always about solutions, not whining. If possible, I wanted to tattoo her name on my heart. Grandma stared at her like she didn't know if she should scream or cry. She actually looked afraid. Good. "I don't care if you lost your appetite. Stop being rude and eat the damn food," Anne muttered, shoving the spoon back in the thermos. "I swear, if she's from the so-called greatest generation,

It had completely slipped her mind, and she lingered over it for a few more seconds. She heard the car pull up and quickly grabbed The Diary Of A Young Girl by Anne Frank. Sienna sat on the couch and opened the book to seem like she was reading it as Declan walked in. “Hello, beautiful.” He smiled and kissed her hello. “I borrowed this book from your office if you don’t mind,” Sienna stated and gestured towards the book in her hand. “What’s mine is yours.” He smiled and walked off to go change out of his business clothes.

I can't. Ana, you can't leave me..with this I closed my eyes...thinking about our beautiful days, we have spent with each other.. I looked at the diary besides the note..the diary in which she wrote all her memories..I saw her sometimes.. writing inside.. I tried to peep once but she didn't let me..Now looking at the diary I held it near to my heart and went towards the study room. Sitting on my desk and looking at her diary I opened it, and there was a beautiful family picture of her, she looked so cute..so beautiful in it. I smiled and the letter fell down. I picked up and started reading the letter.

"Open to the last page, you might want to read it." Iandor pulls out the thick diary, it has a light blue plain hardcover to it with a small 'L.H' at the bottom right corner of the book. The auburn-haired male guessed it was Hana’s initials. He quickly run the pages till it stopped at the last one, reading her entry it was entitled 'The boy who cried wolf.' Love comes in all different shapes and sizes, different races and beliefs, different skin and eye color. No matter who you were in love with you tend to risk your life and protect them even if it kills you.

“Lie? Pst! I am not a liar. I am just-“ She moved closer to me so our face would be inches apart. Our eye balls were in deep contact and I just stood there, mentally freaking out and sweating profusely. “Out with it, Diane.” She gave me the look and sighed, walking past me slowly. “Okay, yes. It is my diary and there are a lot of private stuffs in it.” I blurted out and flung my back pack across my shoulders. Anna gave me a side eye before smirking.

Obviously, it was written by a different person. Was this really Connie's diary? She was not a cultured person. Why did she suddenly keep a diary? The misspelled word, 'deary', was circled and crossed out by another person with a different handwriting. Then, the correct word, 'diary', was written next to it in a powerful handwriting, followed by a wriggly handwriting that repeated the corrected word ten times next to it. It looked like a primary student being punished for making a spelling mistake after being discovered by the teacher.

Below it, a caption read in Hazel's handwriting: 'Two strangers, one friendship that survived every storm. Annabelle chuckled through a tight throat as she flipped another page - pictures of late-night study sessions, coffee-stained notes, and doodles of hearts and devil horns Hazel had scribbled all over their exam papers. There was a newspaper clipping of Annabelle's scholarship announcement, with Hazel's note beside it: "Told you you'd shine, genius."